Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Estonia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Delon & Dalcan to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Livin' Joy,
U.S. Maple,
Donny Hathaway,
10cc,
World's Most,
Dead Boys,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eddi Front,
The Count Five,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
kango's stein massive,
Rakim,
Technova,
Cheater Slicks,
Country Teasers,
Severed Heads,
The Residents,
Matthew Halsall,
Bad Manners,
Electric Prunes,
Model 500,
Fluxion,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dennis Brown,
The Smoke,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Aloha Tigers,
Blake Baxter,
Y Pants,
The Dirtbombs,
Deadbeat,
Minutemen,
the Germs,
Mark Hollis,
LL Cool J,
Todd Terry,
Heaven 17,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Monks,
The Motions,
Scott Walker,
Warren Ellis,
Kas Product,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Easy Going,
John Lydon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Minnie Riperton,
Jerry's Kids,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fugazi,
R.M.O.,
Joensuu 1685,
Sonic Youth,
Young Marble Giants,
Kerri Chandler,
Rotary Connection,
Fela Kuti,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.